Displaced [Part 2]
Feb. 8th, 2016 06:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: The city is different, and M-21 can't place why. That's when he bumps into his younger self and he's sure Tao would say something along the lines of 'We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto'. Except he still is. Just not in the time he's used to anymore.
Notes: So I decided to go two ways with this: a plot verse, and a verse which is me just writing any and all the shiny scenes I can think of in any order. This is the snippet verse.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 301
Total word count: 787
Status: Work in progress
M-21 drew in a breath out of habit as soon as he’d entered the house, then paused, frowning. It smelled different. Which shouldn’t have been surprising — it was only Frankenstein and Raizel-nim living there right now, and Raizel-nim had just woken up.
There was a lot less slippers in the entranceway, and they were darker in colour too.
He took another breath, to calm himself. He wasn’t in his time anymore, even if it was only a couple of months’ difference. A lot had changed during then.
“I’ll make us some tea, mm?”
M-21 had already turned away with an absent nod before realising he should have given a proper answer. “Yeah, that’ll be fine, thanks.”
He sat on the sofa, leaning his elbows on his knees as he heard the kettle boil, seeing Raizel-nim sit at his regular seat from the corner of his eyes.
He still hadn’t figured out how he was going to convince them he was from the future yet, not without making them suspicious of how he knew, but what could he say that would absolutely make them believe him?
M-21 glanced at Raizel-nim, who smiled at him again.
Raizel-nim, who was a fucking empath and telepath and would have been hearing his running commentary on everything since they met.
A strangled groan escaped his throat as he slumped, curling one hand around his head.
They knew. They knew something was different about him (because Frankenstein was Frankenstein and he would have picked up on all the small things M-21 had tripped over already) and it would be just like them to wait for him to bring up the specific details so then they could start helping.
He was sure if Raizel-nim had a cup of tea right then, he would have been sipping from it.
Summary: The city is different, and M-21 can't place why. That's when he bumps into his younger self and he's sure Tao would say something along the lines of 'We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto'. Except he still is. Just not in the time he's used to anymore.
Notes: So I decided to go two ways with this: a plot verse, and a verse which is me just writing any and all the shiny scenes I can think of in any order. This is the snippet verse.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 301
Total word count: 787
Status: Work in progress
M-21 drew in a breath out of habit as soon as he’d entered the house, then paused, frowning. It smelled different. Which shouldn’t have been surprising — it was only Frankenstein and Raizel-nim living there right now, and Raizel-nim had just woken up.
There was a lot less slippers in the entranceway, and they were darker in colour too.
He took another breath, to calm himself. He wasn’t in his time anymore, even if it was only a couple of months’ difference. A lot had changed during then.
“I’ll make us some tea, mm?”
M-21 had already turned away with an absent nod before realising he should have given a proper answer. “Yeah, that’ll be fine, thanks.”
He sat on the sofa, leaning his elbows on his knees as he heard the kettle boil, seeing Raizel-nim sit at his regular seat from the corner of his eyes.
He still hadn’t figured out how he was going to convince them he was from the future yet, not without making them suspicious of how he knew, but what could he say that would absolutely make them believe him?
M-21 glanced at Raizel-nim, who smiled at him again.
Raizel-nim, who was a fucking empath and telepath and would have been hearing his running commentary on everything since they met.
A strangled groan escaped his throat as he slumped, curling one hand around his head.
They knew. They knew something was different about him (because Frankenstein was Frankenstein and he would have picked up on all the small things M-21 had tripped over already) and it would be just like them to wait for him to bring up the specific details so then they could start helping.
He was sure if Raizel-nim had a cup of tea right then, he would have been sipping from it.